The Raging WARRIOR Student

The tournament had been going smoothly, though nothing had particularly caught Eren's eye so far.

He wasn't a fan of the gladiatorial nature of the tournament, and sitting amongst the crowd made him remember the contempt he had felt for the crowd that had witnessed his own match.

He was mostly apathetic to the entire thing, and his eyes had started to droop in boredom when he heard Drake mumble from where he sat next to him.

“Ha? Isn't that Elrond?”

Eren perked up minutely, gazing down at the arena below them.

Indeed, it seemed it was Elrond fighting against someone he didn't recognize.

“Elrond? You recognize him?” Eren heard Samantha say, but he didn't listen to Drake’s response.

Eren felt complicated emotions surge through him at the sight of the boy, who seemed to be losing against his opponent, a blond haired girl with some sort of prescience that let her predict his attacks.

Elrond hadn't been one of Eren’s many bullies; far from it.

He'd just been a classmate that had stood